Love and Deepspace - Headcannons

🔞Spicytober 2025: 🍎Hand/Blow job🍎🔞

Your hands slowly wander down along the hard ridges and valleys of Caleb's back. Inconspicuously, pretending to massage the knots and tense muscles.
But your intentions are not as pure as your earlier innocent offer.

Your boyfriend is in front of you as he sits on the bed in his house in Sky Haven, his legs slung around his hips.

A comfortable silence has settled in as you press and stroke the muscles on his bare back.

The feared Colonel of the Far Space Fleet is putty in your hands, grunting and sighing in relaxed bliss as you prepare for your surprise.

You haven't seen each other for over 3 weeks. Caleb was always busy with military matters, and you're caught up in endless hunter missions. And now you're hungry for more of him, aching in ways you just recently explored together. So you decided to help him get some relief in another way.

And sneaky like that, your hands are travelling around his form to find the button of his uniform pants in front of his taut abdomen.

Caleb tenses up, breath hitching, and he turns his head to look at you with widened eyes, the purple, and pink swirling in surprise and something else... Disbelief?
"What are you doing?"

You only grin, breathing a feather-light kiss on his cheek. "Oh, I know that's not your back. But there's another muscle I can also massage to help you relax."

The faint blush that creeps up Caleb's face fuels your satisfaction, proof that you have him at your will.
"That..." he gulps, trying to gain some focus and looking anywhere but at you, as you slowly sink a hand into the depths of his pants.

A warm hardness greets you, and your smirk widens, knowing he's already on the edge for you.
"Pips-squeak..." he exhales instead, closing the nebulae-like eyes, and the Adam's apple bobs again in a nervous attempt to calm him down.

You nibble lightly at his ear as you start palming the huge bulge in the tight underwear. "Ssht... It's okay.
Let me do this for you, Caleb. I want that."

Feeling him twitch and squirm under your hand only encourages you more. He likes it!

With a trace of your thumb, you notice the soft tip of his cock and start circling it, earning a helpless grunt from the man in your arms. You decide to throttle up, and with your second hand, you turn the handsome face to meet his lips in a consuming, hungry kiss.

Suddenly, a swift grab on your arm and the hand in his pants is removed, captured by trained strength. But before you can protest, your boyfriend pulls you to his lap and continues to kiss you frantically. Dry lips popping with yours, trying to devour as much as he can.

"Then l'd better help you to do your best, right?" comes his now bold statement, trying to gain at least a bit of control over the situation.

But you want this to be about him. Full of
determination, you retreat from Caleb, keeping him at arm's length as you glide down between his clothed thighs. "No, you don't, Colonel," comes your answer, firm and commanding. "This is about you, so lean back and enjoy." Then a little softer, accompanied by tender pecks on his handsome face that deepen the red flush.
"I want it, Caleb, so let me."

The man you have known for nearly all your life only sighs. Defeated and still deep red. He was always helpless against your pleading eyes, knowing damn well that you are his weakness.

"Alrighty..." and Caleb finally relaxes, leaning onto the mattress, using his broad arms to support his upper back and giving you the space to fulfill your desire. But his eyes have darkened; the violet is now a deeper shade, and the pink flares into red. "Go on, pip-squeak." His words in that deep timbre prove how much he anticipates it, despite being so reluctant at first.

And so you do. With careful fingers and his help, the pants are pulled down his butt and thighs until they're bunched around his ankles, followed by the dark-colored boxers. His massive girth springs free immediately, angrily bouncing with the tip flushed as red as the cheeks of your colonel.

Suddenly feeling thirsty, you lick your lips, dying to get a taste of him. Caleb's eyes go wide at this sight, his Adam's apple bobs nervously in his throat. And beaming at him, you dive right in, giving the brown haired man no chance to prepare himself.

Your mouth closes hungrily around the hot flesh, and with a moan of satisfaction, you glide down the shaft until it tickles your throat. You didn't even make it halfway, but you're not sorry as Caleb flings his head back, grunting the most scandalous way you've ever heard. This short contact has him already blissed out, and you enjoy how his cock is twitching and pulsing between your lips. How his chest erratically moves up and down with your boyfriend's abrupt, ragged breaths. How he's completely taken out by this single, sinful attack.

So you move up, slowly. Torturing, drawn-out.
Lips gliding wet over the big vein at the bottom and every little bump. Feeling the heat of blood rushing through, and the smooth, soft skin that covers the hardness of his impressive manhood.

With half-lidded eyes, you watch Caleb as he loses himself in this blissful and agonizing moment. A loud, deep moan escapes his throat while you reach the eager end, and with a last lick of your tongue over the sensitive, glistening tip, he throws his head up.
A wild, nearly feral look captures you, and you grin at him. "Did you like it?" knowing damn well what he's going to answer.

"Fuck, pip-squeak. You're goin' to kill me!"

A wide, proud grin grows on your face at his statement, and with a soft press of your hand against his chiseled abs, you push him into the mattress. "Then let me finish this."

And with a helpless grunt, Caleb surrenders to your will, leaning back, but his gaze still glued to your face and lips.

You sink onto his hard pulsing cock again, cling your lips around the moistened tip, and start to suck him into oblivion. Up and down you glide along his impressive member, still not able to take him in completely without gagging, so you decide to use your hands too.

Bopping your head and stroking him with fingers simultaneously. And oh, what it does to him.

His face is heated to the point where you can see the freckles spread out on his cheeks, the purple, and pink in his eyes nearly sealed by dilated pupils, his mouth wide open. Caleb pants, wrecked and lost in the pleasure you give him. His grunts and groans fill the room along with the slurping sounds of your wet lips on his length.

He's close now, you can sense it. His cock gets even harder, hips bucking slightly up against his control, big hands grabbing the sheets in a desperate attempt to ground him. His breath and the aroused sounds he makes are becoming more restless, frantic even.
"Hng... Piiip..." he chokes, "stop... Please... I-l'm..." he tries to wriggle out of the scandalous hold of your lips, but you don't let him, wrapping both your hands around the delicious piece of meat you're devouring.

"Mpf-o-baee." You try to talk, mouth stuffed full with his girth.

"Damn..." he pants. Caleb's eyes are squeezed shut. A few fast pumps and intense sucks later, he comes with a scream. His abdomen tightens, his thigh twitches, and then his warm load shoots into your eager mouth, hot and sticky.

You suck him a little more until the liquid ends its spilling. And with an exhausted "please... Stop." Caleb pulls out, weak and utterly destroyed.

With a last assuring smile, you get up, keeping your mouth closed and your tongue away from the foreign liquid. Some hurried steps, and you reach the bathroom and spit into the sink what you successfully coaxed out of him.

Worried, Caleb has followed you. "Everythin' alright?" and you only nod, while washing out your mouth.
"You didn't swallow it?" comes his perplexed question.
"Why have you..." he sighs again, running a hand through his brown hair? "If you don't like it, why..?" Caleb adds shyly, despite his aroma still enveloping your taste buds.

You throw him a happy smile and turn to him, proud of your work and pecking his lips tenderly. "I liked it, Caleb, otherwise I wouldn't have done it. Just didn't want to gulp it down." and with a more embarrassed tone, you add "The consistency freaks me out, sorry."

"It's okay, don't worry, pip-squeak." Strong arms cradling you close to his buff chest. "It was amazing, thank you." A light kiss at the top of your head eases away all the insecure thoughts you might have had because of your dislike of swallowing his cum.